To Love Jason Thorn Novels & Stories

“You’re sick. You’re keeping her locked in that penthouse like a prisoner. The threats … the gallery, the roses … they’re convenient, aren’t they? They keep her terrified and dependent on you.” Kyle’s smile was ice cold. “The threats are real. But yes… they help. Every time she shakes, she runs to me. Every time she cries, I hold her. Every time she doubts the world, I become her world. That’s love, Jason. Real love. The kind that owns you completely.” Jason lunged one last time. They crashed to the concrete floor, rolling and punching. Kyle got on top, pinning Jason down with a knee on his chest. His fist hovered inches from Jason’s face.

If she knew that, she'd have canceled the wedding in the first spot. "Because I was a Coward Angela…" "I felt guilty to hurt you by my choice. But trust me, Angela, I never thought I'd fall for another woman. But when I met her, I realized I had never been in love with you from the first day. Yes, we have known each other since childhood and there is a bonding between us. But it's all a family bond but not love which I misunderstood in college time. I got so comfortable around you that I thought, this is love. But No. I was wrong when I met my lover, I finally understood what real love feels like."

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Enemy of some, potential ally to others, and apparently her future husband. He was working out in the courtyard like a goddamn action movie lead. Muscles flexing, sweat trailing down his chest, dark hair messy and sticking to his forehead. And then, as if fate couldn’t humiliate her faster, he grabbed a bottle of water, tipped his head back, and poured it down his face and torso. Lucia’s mouth went dry. She wasn’t even breathing. And then his head turned. Their eyes met. Shit. She yelped, stumbling back from the window and yanking the curtain closed like she was in some teen drama. Her heart was pounding as she slapped her hands to her cheeks.

Entangled and grinding away. Thorne nods to me. Giving me the honours. "You will be fine, you'll enjoy this. We are dancing and that's all you know" I wait for her eyes to glaze over. Thorne bites down on one side of her neck from behind and I bite the other side from the front. "mmm just like old times, my love" he reaches out to my mind. Sending a flurry of memories of previous encounters just like this. We feed on the girl, still moving to the music. His hand tangles and pulls my hair. I moan against her skin.

she was no resisting his touch but soon she gave in and stared crying badly . David hugged her and said " NO..THIS IS NOT A LIE ELANIE YOU ARE MINE AND YOU WILL BE MINE ... NO WILL EVER DARE TO TOUCH YOU .. THEY WILL THINK TWICE BEFORE HARMING YOU... BELIEVE ME .. I LOVE YOU.. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH... PLEASE DONT SAY LIKE THAT... I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU .. I WILL BE THERE WITH YOU IN EVERY CONDITIONS... PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE ... PLEASE..."

You are my companion, the mother of our child, and the woman I—” He paused, the words stuck in his throat. Kendall angled her head, her gaze exploring his expression. “The woman you… what?” Jason felt the heaviness of his words and swallowed nervously. "The woman I love more than anyone I've ever loved," he concluded, his voice unwavering despite his racing heart. She took a sharp breath, on the verge of tears. Instead of that, she simply nodded slightly. “Thank you, Jason,” she whispered. He crouched beside her, reaching for her hand. “You don’t have to thank me, Kendall. Just… let me in. Stop trying to carry everything on your own.”

The creek widened its shoulders as if to make more room for our nerves. I told myself I would walk the line and return. A loop, not a pilgrimage. Lyra grinned when I said it—she has a tax on my good intentions—and flicked water at my face. “When the moon is this cat-scratch thin,” she said, “it likes to sharpen its claws on love.” “I’m not in love,” I said. “Of course not,” she said. “You’re in an oath. Love’s nastier cousin.” Jason, passing with his rope and his relentless count, snorted. “Oaths pay rent,” he said. “Love eats rent money.” He didn’t look at me when he said it, which was a new courtesy he had taught himself since the fire.

What they meant to each other. Jason knew one thing for sure, if they didn’t find a way to stop Thorne soon, they risked losing everything. Not just their work or their safety… but their love, their connection, the very thing that had gotten them through everything before. And that, more than anything, is what Thorne was really after.

something inside him snapped. The pace deepened, roughened — not out of carelessness, but out of desperate need. As if he could somehow get close enough to protect her from every hurt, every fear, every shadow that had ever dared to touch her. They moved together in a fierce, clumsy rhythm, gasping each other’s names like prayers, until finally — with a cry muffled against his shoulder — Amara shattered. And Rafael followed her a heartbeat later, whispering brokenly against her skin, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”